Less controlled.
Is that a problem? She detected a hint of challenge in his tone, and met it with a cool gaze.
Not for me. She glanced at her shoes, bemused when he immediately understood her desire. He retrieved them, sliding them back on her feet, his fingers once again sending those lovely ribbons of sensation spiraling around her calves and inner thighs.
When she put her hands on his shoulders, she indulged the desire to slide her fingertips from the broad span up closer to his neck. His grip on her waist increased, his thumbs caressing her hip bones beneath the skirt, which sent a definite arrow of reaction between her legs. Her nipples tightened beneath the lacy bra. This man would be a thorough, overwhelming lover. That wasnt usually what she was seeking, but maybe her tastes were evolving.
I still have your shoes, he said as he put her on her feet. From that night at the hospital.
There were only a few inches between them, and he hadnt let her go. With the truck behind her, she was pleasantly enclosed between two very masculine, large objects. Lifting a brow, she slipped out of that narrow crevice and tapped him with the folder she retrieved from the truck hood. She wondered what hed do if she swatted him on his very fine ass with it, and expected he might swat her back. It almost made her laugh. Then she registered his words.
She pivoted to face him again. The intensity of his expression made her feel like she was flush against him. And you havent had the opportunity to get them back to me in six months? she asked lightly.
You havent asked me for them.
They studied one another. Max, I want my shoes.
He cocked his head. There it is. That female hawk look.
She understood what he meant. She knew the feeling when it took her over, that sense of command, exercised over a male eager to experience her power. She didnt feel that eagerness from Max. More like intrigued curiosity, another type of raptor perched on a different branch, watching her with abiding interest.
He moved to the limo, opening the front door. Oblivious to what viewing the stretch and bend of that powerful body could do to her, he leaned across the seat, withdrew her shoes from a side compartment. She noticed hed wrapped them in a towel to protect them, and he took that off now, bringing her the dainty pumps, the sheen of the white-gold insoles a contrast to the polished outside walnut color. The shoes had ankle straps, but he carried them under the arches, rather than letting them dangle.
When he brought them to her, she closed her hands over the straps, pinching the back of the shoes between forefinger and thumb. As his hand slid away from the soles, her arches tingled, remarkably. What did the man wear? He had a scent like sea water and cotton, plus that musky heat that was distinctly male. Looking up at him, she saw he was staying put, less than a foot between the rise and fall of her breasts and his chest.
He lifted his hand, but this time she didnt stop him. He didnt reach toward her face. He slid beneath her bent arm and pressed his palm against her back, just below her shoulder blade. As if he was about to begin a proper ballroom waltz. She was always aware of her bodys movements, particularly in relation to the give and take of a mans, and the way he eased them together was like clouds, a drift that seemed effortless.
As he bent toward her, he kept his eyes open. So did she. When he put his mouth on hers, she saw the flicker in the gray, a reaction to how her lips parted, releasing a soft sigh into his mouth. He held the contact there, a bare touch, then he drew back, pressing his lips together.
I was wondering if that gloss tastes the way it smells. Like honeysuckle. It does. There was a honeysuckle bush behind the house where I grew up.
She imagined him plucking a blossom, drawing out the threadlike inner stem, bringing that single drop of honey to his lips. Her body responded in the same manner. She felt the tiny blot of cream dampening her panties.
I have other flavors as well. But honeysuckle is my favorite. Turning, she moved back toward the elevators, making sure she kept her steps efficient and even as always, the sound of the heels against the concrete just as crisp. Shed had twelve-hour rehearsals that required less effort than such nonchalance took.
She lifted the shoes out to her side, not turning. You better not have stretched them out. And I hope you wore them with proper stockings.
At the elevators, she looked over her shoulder to see him leaning against the truck, watching her, one foot hooked around his ankle. The position made the most of every inch of his hard, powerful body.
His gaze sparked with humor. Yes maam.
Chapter Two
With grim amusement, Max noticed he let out a breath after the elevator door closed. That womans a handful and a half, he muttered, but of course that just piqued the interest of his overachiever side. A side that embraced the SEAL maxims of be better than your best and the only easy day was yesterday.
Actually, he expected she was two handfuls. Two very nice handfuls.
Before the day in the limo with Mrs. Kensington, hed known pretty much the same things about Janet that most of the K&A workforce did, though his study of it might have been a little bit more in-depth. He was a good listener, and hed kept his ears peeled for details about her. She was Matt Kensingtons terrifying administrative assistant who demonstrated cool efficiency and an exemplary work ethic that made all their lives easier. To his recollection, the woman had never once screwed up a detail, and Max found that intriguing. Matt Kensington trusted her implicitly, and he didnt do that with anyone, really. Max had seen him check Lucas numbers or Bens legal work, but Janet could be riding in the limo, put a stack of papers in front of him, and hed sign them with a cursory glance.
When Max was hired, Matt had taken him around the office to introduce him. Though he and Matt had a personal connection, the HR guy could have done the task, and Max wouldnt have felt slighted. Instead, it kind of flustered him, the CEO himself doing the intros. It had earned him a second look from a lot of people. But it was Janets second look hed remembered.
She had a way of examining a person as if she was noticing a lot more than most people did. Hed been around enough special ops guys to recognize someone who evaluated strengths and weaknesses right off, cataloging a mans abilities. Hed taken a good look back, no sense denying that. Shed been wearing a pretty butter-yellow suit combo, with silky white stockings covering a pair of excellent legs. Under her thin blouse, he could see the lace of a camisole top. She was small-boned, small-breasted, but all well proportioned.
In his time working this close to the executive level, no one had ever mentioned she was a dancer. But on that very first day, he thought of a ballerina, because that was what she looked like, the way she kept her dark hair pulled up on her head, the fine lines of her hands and body. How she moved.
He remembered what shed said to him today. Now I teach. When hed put her up on the hood, taken off her shoes, her toes had fallen naturally into a graceful point as she crossed her ankles.
Her face intrigued him. She was a handsome woman, her facial features not delicate enough to be called pretty. Cheekbones and nose cut in sharp planes, brown eyes direct. The way she kept her mouth glossed in that tempting sheen disguised the thinness of her lips, but that thinness fit her face, like the slim, elegant lines of her dark brows. It was the force of her personality beneath that radiated her confident sexuality, the unmistakable aura of a woman who regularly donned the clothes of a Mistress and indulged that side of herself at Club Progeny.
Hed seen her at it a couple times, though not close up, because she tended to choose a corner of the public floor at a distance from that coffee shop shed mentioned. Shed restrain a man with nothing but commands or nominal restraints, but hed stay locked in the proscribed position as she took a whip to him, wielding it with skill. Hed noticed she didnt wear the high break-neck heels a lot of the women did. During a break in her sessions, sometimes shed sit down, zip open her modestly heeled boots to rub her calves, as if she had cramps there. Hed imagined doing that for her, bringing ease to her expression as he enjoyed the feel of her toned limbs beneath his fingertips. He supposed whatever troubles she had with her legs might be the reason she no longer danced.
Be that as it may, it didnt explain her attention toward him. She was smart enough to know he wasnt interested in being dominated by anyone, let alone by a woman. Of course, maybe the reason she was interested was as inexplicable as the fact he returned the favor, in spades. Even before the terrible day with Savannah, hed thought about her more than he should. Shed been featured in some pretty outstanding fantasies during his early morning post-workout shower. In his mind, he put her up against the wall, thrusting into her from behind. In reality he pressed his forehead hard against his fist, closed against the slick tile, his other hand working himself to jetting climax beneath the pummeling spray.
Despite that, hed kept his distance, knowing he couldnt give her what she wanted. She gave him a few appraising glances now and then, but he chalked that up to the fact that women noticed a guy who kept military fit. Didnt mean they were compatible enough for more than a one-night stand.
That wasnt something he made a habit of doing, and he sure as hell wouldnt inflict it on a coworker. Particularly one so close to Matt Kensington. Hed never do anything to cause Matt problems. Beyond that, he couldnt see Janet as the impulsive, regret-it-like-hell-the-next-day, one-night-stand type. Outside her sessions in Club Progeny, she didnt seem to date or indulge in any kind of relationships. Inside Club Progeny there were far more stringent, clear-cut rules for those things. Manageable. Maybe thats why she kept it there.
His impression was that she didnt offer her body or her heart freely. She took pleasure, offering a fair, intense and often affectionate-in-the-aftermath exchange with her chosen subs, but vulnerability didnt appear to be part of that offering. Her armor was lovely to experience, to touch, but that was as far as the men got.